Publisher: French Kiss Press, LLC
When Chicago real estate tycoon Harvey Zale pings a “friend of a friend” with a flirtatious text, he never expects to start an addictive sexting affair with a complete stranger. He’s a billionaire who can get any woman he wants, but he can’t have her—his mysterious, sultry Contessa, who inspires his nightly confessions and soothes more than just his conscience from the consequences of his own shallow ambitions. For better or worse, he’s determined to build the tallest towers in the world and he needs to sell his Chicago riverfront property to finance it. But when Alma Castillo, the Lara Croft of antique hunters, shows up on his land, claiming the existence of a priceless Tiffany stained glass window and doing everything in her power to muck up his deal, he knows he’s got more than a stray cat to collar and tame. She’s not only on a mission to save priceless antiques, but she’s also on a personal crusade to hate his guts.
He would know. She served him divorce papers a year ago, just to prove it.
And he’d care a helluva lot more if his ex-wife’s sassy tongue and wicked intelligence didn’t turn him every time she called him “a**hole” and if she didn’t look so damn cute in those baggy overalls, disguising her affinity for being naughty as much as being nice.
Perhaps even as naughty as his Contessa, who unlike his ex, doesn’t know anything about his real identity or reputation, which flames his desires to escalate their fantasy relationship into the reality of one scorching night of mindblowing sex…
If he could only get his mind of his ex…God, woman—if she would just let him pleasure her scornful frown and turn it oh, oh, oooohhhh so upside down, he’d be all good.
But no one ever said it was easy being a greedy opportunistic billionaire bastard, especially one who happens to know there’s nothing better than sex with an ex…